Category Archives: Bipolar

What’s that under your frown? A smile that used to light up a room. A laugh that used to be contagious. Tell me a story about the time you had the most fun. Don’t leave out the good stuff. I want to see your frown fade and the spark you have inside come alive. I…

The air was cool and refreshing, sweeping away any sadness I had accumulated over the past week. It had been my idea to go to the pumpkin patch to look at the animals and the veggies, go on a wagon ride and pick some apples. On the outside my face said I was happy. And…

You’re agitated. You woke up angry. What’s going on? I’m fine. You’re not fine. You taking your meds properly? YES! why do you always ask me that? why can’t I just have a bad day? Because YOU don’t just have bad days. when you have a bad day we all have a bad day. ——————————…

I run my hands under my eyes and through my hair. There is a deep sigh that escapes my mouth and I let my head hit the table. I’m out of ideas. Every time I sit down to write there is nothing. A blank page staring back at me where words once flowed nicely from…

With Bipolar, or any mental illness, comes a stigma that in order to be creative we have to be full of angst. We have to be manic or severely depressed in order to create our best work. I know because I feel it. I feel the pressure to deliver my best writing but look back…

My plans are made. Waiting and ready to go out, I’m set. I have the clothes on I want to wear, I’ve prepped my friend and told her what time I would be meeting her, and I’m excited. But wait. A text from my husband. “I’m going to be late” Deep breath. This is when…

“How was your day?” “Good, but everyone was so surprised to see me wearing white.” “That’s becauase all you wear is black… it’s depressing, you were always sad. Now you’re happy, bright, wearing colours, and talking.” He’s right. There’s been a shift. And it’s spilling over into something so small as my clothing. Where I…

Last week the world got a little brighter, things were a lot crisper, and my energy was incredible. I was the funniest person you had ever met. My creativity was flowing, I had endless things to talk about, and was feeling social. I had also missed four days of one particular med and didn’t tell…

I’m in a good place right now. I had a lot of support and encouragement when I was at my worst. But, I will never forget the pain of PPD and Bipolar, the confusion brought on by suicidal ideation, the release you feel when you make a plan, the sadness and loneliness of depression, or…